The Cloud Makers

Sitting on a mountain top
Diving head straight in the blue
Above the plans of all the world
The sky appears right into view

Any season could deny
His search for something in the sky
A safe shelter for his life
A secret place for him to hide

You don't always have to cry
You got eyes to see the beauty
You don't always have to ask
You got hands to reach your dreams
You could be a cloud maker?

Looking far, so far away
Slowly starting to design
Shaping every creamy cloud
With a care of a craftsman's mind

They become running horses
Thunderstorms and furious forces
In his thoughts there is no doubt
It's a perfect framed layout

You don't always have to cry
You got eyes to see the beauty
You don't always have to ask
You got hands to reach your dreams
Would you be
Would you be
Would you be a cloud maker?